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LXXI
And it was well written on his breast-bane, i Cospatrick is my father's name.'
LXXII 0 roive my ladye in satin and silk, And wash my son in the morning milk !
6. Willy's Lady
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WEET Willy's ta'en him o'er the faem, He 's woo'd a wife and brought her hame. II He 's woo'd her for her yellow hair, But his mither wrought her mickle care;
in And mickle dolour gar'd her drie, For lighter she can never be.
IV
But in her bower she sits wi' pain, And Willy mourns o'er her in vain,
v And to his mither he has gane; That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
VI
He says : ' My ladie has a cup Wi' gowd and silver set about.
VII
' This goodlie gift shall be your ain,
And let her be lighter o' her young bairn.'—
rowe] roll, wrap. gar'd her drie] caused her to suffer,
lighter] i.e. delivered of her child. 36 |
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